Page 75 of Doing Life

“Oh-ho. I get to work now that everyone else can stop and have a break? You gonna hang, Brick? Stan says he is. So is Dan.”

“Well, if the Musketeers…”

“Can I stay too?” Chris wheeled out from the bathroom.

“You bet. I got all the shit. Flat or rolled by vote?”

“What does that mean?” Chris asked.

“Enchiladas. I can do them flat on everyone’s plates or rolled in a casserole dish.”

“Go flat,” Lance murmured out of the corner of his mouth.

“Flat it is,” the guys echoed.

“With eggs,” Lance intoned, starting to enjoy this shit.

“Okay. Everyone but the driver gets a beer.”

Dan chuckled. “Brick? Want to rock paper scissors it?”

“Nope. I still haven’t learned how to do that with my left hand.”

“Liar.” Dan chuckled. “I’ll take a Coke.”

“He means a Dr Pepper.”

“Got it. Go wash up and sit, guys. Half an hour and food will be out.”

“Hey, we can help.”

“No, no, you helped enough.” Bottles clanked as Sloan pulled beers out of the fridge. “What do you want, honey?” he asked.

“Beer is good.” He waited until the guys all left with their drinks, then felt his way around the counter to Sloan to offer up his mouth for a kiss. “Thank you, babe.”

“You are so welcome. I’m sorry I had to pull that shift.”

“Well, they did let you have the day off after you were shot at.”

“They did.” Sloan chuckled. “Anyway, the least I can do is make supper.”

“Want me to help?” Lance teased.

“Not this time. But I found a class in Dallas for cooking for couples where one partner is blind.”

“No shit?” He was stunned. “Really?”

“Yeah. She has all these adaptive tools. I figure we could learn something together.”

Touched, he grabbed Sloan and kissed him again. “Then make the reservation.”

“Cool. I will.”

“I better get out there with the guys.”

“Yeah. I got this for now.” Sloan chuckled and hugged him back.

“Abby still outside?”

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